Ezekiel 19
1 Moreover, take thou up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
Inao koahe, añonjono fandalàñe o roandria’ Israeleo,
2 and say: —How lay thy mother at ease, a lioness among lions! Among young lions she nourished her whelps;
le ano ty hoe: Ia ty rene’o? Toe liona vave’e añivo’ o lionao, ie nandre amo lionao nañabey o amori’eo.
3 And she brought up one of her whelps; He became a young lion, And he learned to seize the prey; he devoured men.
Nibeize’e ty raik’ amo ana’eo, le ninjare liona tora’e, nioke hitsepake i tsindrokey; nabotse’e ka t’indaty.
4 And when the nations heard of him, he was taken in their pit, And they brought him with nose-rings to the land of Egypt.
Jinanji’ o kilakila’ ndatio ty ama’e; le finandri’ iareo an-koboñ’ ao, vaho nendeseñe am-porengotse mb’an-tane Mitsraime añe.
5 And when she saw that she waited in vain, and that her hope was lost, She took another of her whelps, and she made him a young lion.
Ie nionin-drene’e amy fandiñisa’e azey, t’ie po-pitamàñe, le nangake raike ka amo ana’eo, vaho nibeize’e ho liona tora’e.
6 And he went up and down among the lions; he became a young lion, And he learned to seize the prey; he devoured men.
Nitingatinga amo lionao re ninjare liona tora’e, nihazatse nipay tsindroke; vaho namotseke ondaty.
7 He knew their widows, and laid waste their cities, And the land was desolate, and all that was therein, before the voice of his roaring.
Narotsa’e o kijoli’ iareo fatratseo, naho nampangoakoahe’e o rova’ iareoo; nilatsà’ i taney naho ze fonga ama’e ao ty feom-pitroña’e.
8 Then the nations set themselves against him on every side from the provinces, And spread their net over him; He was taken in their pit.
Niambotraha’ o kilakila’ ndaty boak’ amy ze hene fifelehañe mañohok’ azeo, le nandafiha’ iareo harato, namandrike aze an-kobo’ iareo ao.
9 And they put him with nose rings into a cage, And carried him to the king of Babylon. And they carried him to a stronghold, That his voice might be heard no more Upon the mountains of Israel.
Niporengote’ iareo naho najoñe an-kipa viñe ao, vaho nasese mb’am-panjàka’ i Bavele mb’eo; vinaho’ iareo añe tsy ho tsanoñañe am-bohi’ Israele ao ka ty feo’e.
10 Thy mother was like a vine planted like thyself by the waters; She was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters;
Nanahake vahe an-tanembalobok’ ao ty rene’o, naketsa añ’ olon-drano eo; nandrevake vaho niegoego ty amy rano manganahanao.
11 She had strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And her stature was high among the thick branches, So that she was conspicuous in her height, And the multitude of her branches.
Nanoeñe kobaim-pifehe ty ra’e fatratse; nitiotiotse ambone o tora’e fatratseo; niningoningo ambone eo o tora’e maroo.
12 But she was plucked up in fury, She was cast down to the ground, And the east wind dried up her fruit. Her strong rods were broken and withered; The fire consumed them.
F’ie nombotañe an-keloke, naho nahifik’ an-tane eo; nimaihe’ i tiok’atiñanañey o voa’eo; nipekañeñe o tsampa’eo, niforejeje i foto’e maozatsey, vaho nitomontoñe’ ty afo.
13 And now she is planted in the desert, In a dry and thirsty land.
Naketsa am-patrañe añe re henaneo, an-tane maike amam-paipaiñe.
14 And a fire is gone forth out of a rod of her branches, Which hath devoured her fruit, So that she hath no strong rod for a ruler's sceptre. This is a lamentation, and it shall be for a lamentation.
Niakatse an-tsampa’e lava ty afo, namorototo o voa’eo, le tsy aman-tsampa maozatse re hanoeñe kobaim-pifeheañe. Fandalàñe toy, toe ho fandalàñe.
